Iago Poems - Poems about Iago

... Addends, minuend, subtrahends... all Greek to poor student long haired pencil necked freak. Damned (internal) revenue stream plus plugged egress equals flood of woe torturous suffocation of......Read More

...You taught us how to make burns look real and fake blood to ooze, you showed us how to enter stage right, which props we should use. You helped us run lines, present thoughts with our faces, you t......Read More

... How fast time has fled in limitless wingspan How months and years have merged into eons Bringing such changes, so awesome and spectacular I have come swinging open the iron gates......Read More

...As I look at nature, it’s sure delight, because what I see is a lovely sight. Can’t you hear the birds take flight? daffodils sway to the left and to the right, Eagles soar, with keen and good ey......Read More

...Twenty one Earth orbitz ago... February fourth two thousand and twenty... Shana Aubrey Harris HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREETING, albeit eleven days early Countless years after papa took thee and Eden ......Read More

...Taught Iago to trance, the pungent smell made me balance the stance, raided the 'pulse' and sought no other deviant, I was looted in the same way I soared above all the monumentleness, and g......Read More

...Place the void before me and I will cower Fill it and I will pulse with awe Neither pushes me down the path The winding way, that greenish-yellow place I once described in my inno......Read More

...It’s an old story. We were classmates, you and I, And later became colleagues, Working under the same roof. We had more or less the same specialization. Married in the same year. Our children ......Read More

... Othello was in heat of passion’s fire Being truly locked in love with his desire. Seeing Desdemona gave the Moor new life, Eloping in the night to make her wife. ......Read More

... Strange, yet a reality none the less: the oppressed destroying themselves for the sake of the oppressor. The battle of creatures of the sea has now become that of the humanity of the co......Read More

...—Oh, it’s a terrible thing to see— Look; the face, that ugly face reflected in a broken mirror. It’s a daffodil, the dream of Narcissus’, it’s an inevitable arrogance, the karma of Hamlet’s, ......Read More

...The young Kumar’s wife dancing bright, Offering to all exciting pleasant sight. Making her waist into the vivacious folds, Throwing the eye glances to the folks. Her neap tide vest and spring tid......Read More

... The virtuous white ewe of the black ram Shifting her loyalty like her mother As she wanted to live as she loved him Oh, Alas! She has secretly married the moor. Tricked by Emilia and pitched sexier......Read More

... The element of handkerchief in the plot Becomes its important pivot symbol A heritage he got from his mother first The Desdemona’s virtue sexual. Losing or giving away meant her fall Was lace......Read More